Take heart

thrown
from overextended stay
caught in deliberation
further away
from little did we know

one caress was all ...

what defines
this fortuitous world
we're now shown

as we fall and align,
stumbling
into perfect exhilaration


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Space

Euclid's geometric postulates:

who advances
is forever alone

put your fingerprint
right there
and not be still,
but still unknown

a maiden piece of paper
in a new world to explore

an interval
between the lines

always full of open spaces
reaching for a place to be
but falling into unsure

and not unlike the elements,
that by now have flown,
we are also drawing blanks

where all logic of this you and I
should have been forever,
like axioms, cut in stone

polite society still ranks
and truth of our existence
is left undecidedly postponed


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Mashup

cut-up from several

severed by form

then paste

cast into format

where no glue can contain

shearing edges of souls

leaving remnants of pain

in their haste

to fly in all directions

and get away



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fait accompli

I am searching for sympathy in sound

but sometimes
even truth cannot unveil
the complexity
of initial intent

and I hate the seconds, minutes
turning into hours and days

weeks and months
become eventually years
of expectations

whispers fade
and memory recreates
a different, bearable story;
but, ending always in finding
what we cannot grasp

this cycle encircles us again
and again
until every moment of slumber is welcome:
close me in to forget

a synchronised drumming
turning fractions into fractures
in hours, days and months
...
of racing up that slope

where we are always one second too-late in time
desire is a blinding eye to the die
that's been already cast

so haunt me,
but I will fight your expectations
that when we finally start meeting,
will stop beating
one second, too fast



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Posture

many composed drafts later
but still,
empty space is not enough

no memories left of words unsaid
sealed,
don't cough up

tongue tied,
knotted deep within
fear confused with pride
emotion always with sin

and I am envious
of your eyes;
see this wind
not feel its pain, to the core
recognise the folly:
this umbrella against the rain
but,
no more

trade my saline taste
detach, my shoulder
take these senses;
secure this cast
become the beholder

forsake etch, take-in sight

where can I find this place
of no more torment

my impressed stance in which to hide



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Away

who stopped the rain from falling
who summoned this wind
to cast that screen of white fluff
away, into the blue
we name this, no more
we banish to acknowledge; we rebuff

who knew this self fulfilling prophecy
of pain from loosing over-absorbability
what judgement lies in that?
who knows what we have lost
what gave away adaptive clarity?
what we won't miss until once had


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Sliding doors

Down the hall
through the sliding doors
and behind that glass wall

you are waving

And I look around
at whom you see
anticipating
a wake up call

Come back to me

From behind that glass wall
through the sliding doors
and down the hall

But I'm no longer waiting

I am free


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Meet the qualifications

When faith no longer meets the qualification

where else could lie my heart
but in the centre of its cage
I never lost the line of our kite
the world-turning only hid its trace

When sense no longer meets the qualification

a rhythm to compliment ...
rhyme could be all it takes
but while our fenced idiom is dehydrating
this penning up of plenty still aches

When love no longer meets the qualification

you're clouding nothing to hide
this space was air; no roof nor floors
now filled with smoke that needs no water
to hide a search for hidden doors

When wisdom no longer meets the qualification

what tears apart, this vertigo start
a diving board into the wise
from what curled the corners of my mouth
to what could never really reach your eyes

When we no longer meet the qualification

slowly down the surface
we sink, but touch to compete
reach as far as we can thrust
and sing it, each and every time
we will meet


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Eonian cycle

looking at this globe through a porthole
is watching orbit ring a bell
sliding doors and open windows
it's all about kinetics
as far as i can tell

the harder I push to get away
the faster gravity promotes increasing speed
and destination pulls me back, to when
your presence still knocks me off my feet

again



.

This slow course

I'll protect you against harm
build a wall around you
dam the waters, sound the alarm
call to arms
to defend and surround you

I won't break
I'll bend
to shield you from the storm
depend on me
no matter what it takes
I'll be strong

never after too-late
but always before
I'll stop this wave from colliding
barricade this wrecking door
seal more sandbags to the sliding floor

my love,
I fear the fact that I don't feel it anymore


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